The Quaver; or, Songster's pocket companionW. Milner, 1844 - 512 sider |
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Side 81
... feels in sorrow shrouded , The light of other days . The leaf which autumn tempests wither , The birds which there take wing . When winter winds are past , come hither To welcome back the spring : The very ivy on the ruin , In gloomful ...
... feels in sorrow shrouded , The light of other days . The leaf which autumn tempests wither , The birds which there take wing . When winter winds are past , come hither To welcome back the spring : The very ivy on the ruin , In gloomful ...
Side 83
... feels distress , like a man to relieve him , And my motto , tho ' simple , means more than it says , " May we ne'er want a friend , nor a bottle to give him . " The heart by deceit or ingratitude rent , Or by poverty bow'd , tho ' of ...
... feels distress , like a man to relieve him , And my motto , tho ' simple , means more than it says , " May we ne'er want a friend , nor a bottle to give him . " The heart by deceit or ingratitude rent , Or by poverty bow'd , tho ' of ...
Side 97
... feels the tide " Stand clear the cable , " is the cry- The anchor's gone ; we safely ride . The watch is set , and through the night , We hear the seamen with delight , Proclaim- " All's well ! " AULD LANG SYNE . SHOULD auld ...
... feels the tide " Stand clear the cable , " is the cry- The anchor's gone ; we safely ride . The watch is set , and through the night , We hear the seamen with delight , Proclaim- " All's well ! " AULD LANG SYNE . SHOULD auld ...
Side 100
... feeling filled the sailor's breast , -the sailor's eye , a tear . They stood upon the far - off cliff , and wav'd a kerchief white , And gazed upon his gallant bark till she was out of sight ; The sailor cast a look behind , no longer ...
... feeling filled the sailor's breast , -the sailor's eye , a tear . They stood upon the far - off cliff , and wav'd a kerchief white , And gazed upon his gallant bark till she was out of sight ; The sailor cast a look behind , no longer ...
Side 130
... feel , Who venerate the martial warrior's name , Whose manly hearts beat for your country's weal , Dear as your blood should flow the chieftain's fame . ' Twas not to grace an Eastern minion's pride , Nor to destroy a brave , but weaker ...
... feel , Who venerate the martial warrior's name , Whose manly hearts beat for your country's weal , Dear as your blood should flow the chieftain's fame . ' Twas not to grace an Eastern minion's pride , Nor to destroy a brave , but weaker ...
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Adam Bell adieu Allan water auld lang syne Bay of Biscay beauty bell bless blest blow blue boatie rows bonnie lassie bosom boys brave breast breath bright charms cheek cheer Crazy Jane cried Cushendall dear death drink e'er ev'ry eyes fair flower Gravesend green hand happy Hark hath head hear heard heart hearts of oak kiss lady land larning lass live Llangollen loo ral look look'd lov'd love thee love's lover maid meet merrily merry merry England morning ne'er never night nose Number o'er Paddy peace pleasure poor queen Ri too ral roam rose Rule Britannia Sambo shore sigh sing smile song soon sorrow soul sure sweet tear tell there's thine thou thought Tol de rol Troubadour Twas twill waves wife wild wind wine young
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Side 371 - HERON'S SONG. O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best, And save his good broadsword he weapons had none ; He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Side 96 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi
Side 47 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Side 359 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow ! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little hell reck if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him...
Side 14 - Wha will be a traitor knave ? Wha can fill a coward's grave ? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee ! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa...
Side 153 - FAINTLY as tolls the evening chime Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time. Soon as the woods on shore look dim, We'll sing at St Ann's our parting hymn...
Side 375 - In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe, And burning with high hope shall moulder cold and low.
Side 378 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Side 379 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry.
Side 375 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...